It is the silence of the past
scattered in fragments
that lull wintry minds
to just be.
It is the hush of evening light
chased by chilled winds
that alter quiet paths
into sanctuaries of thought.
It is the magic of a fire
rising in reverent ways
that settles senses to rest
in winter's embrace.
Shall we find quiet in stilled shadows
where winter trees stand alone
or perhaps search for winter warmth
wrapped in time's blanket?
Drippings from My Winter Mind
I cannot steal time
to discover my desires,
only listen to my quiescent mind
to achieve tranquility at rest.
I wrote the above poem during Laura Shovan's Annual February Poetry Project. I liked certain stanzas but upon review, I felt revisions were needed. After a night of being awakened several times by the howling wind, I felt inspired to continue to find the words to express what I felt about the topic of quiet. My revised poem addresses stanzas that needed massaging.
When Ruth Ayres sent an open invitation (no. 75: quiet) to share our stories, I took the opportunity to dive into the magic of winter's hush. Centering myself, I mulled over the Rumi quote sent by Ruth and vowed to listen to nature's pulsebeat. I am glad that I carved time this morning to listen to the howling wind to find beauty in its call.
"The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear." - Rumi
Below is my poetry postcard for the February Poetry Postcard exchange organized and scheduled by Jone Rush MacCulloch. I sent this card out to the ten members in my poetry postcard exchange I would like to offer this digital card to all who read my blog post today.
Thank you for joining me in this experience of wrapping my heart in quiet.
May you find the blessings of quietude as winter transitions.
Thank you Ruth Ayres for the invitation
to SOS: Sharing Our Stories Magic in a Blog.
Thank you Laura Purdie Salas
for hosting Poetry Friday this week and inviting everyone to your Online Book Launch Party for your new book, We Belong.